#dark khonshu headcanons

[spicyllewyn]

Roleplaying with them.

(NSFW) Headcanons. - Moon system x reader. (+18)

Marc.

You had been feeling observed for about 15 minutes during your walk.

You were heading back home, as usual, too late for your own safety.

Nothing had happened to you so far, so what could you lose?

It wasn't until the whitish glow behind you appeared, combined with the shadow from the ground, that your attention finally turned to your back.

A few days ago, you had seen more than one moon painted on the streets.

You weren't surprised to come across him.

"How long have you been there?" He didn't speak, just shrugged.

"I can see my house from here, your job is done."

When you turned around, you heard him clear his throat. "Don't people thank superheroes more?"

He was no longer wearing the mask. His tousled curls fell over his forehead, and the tight ceremonial suit of Khonshu allowed you to see every detail on his body.

"I thought they did it only out of love for their fellow beings."

Another step, and you felt your breath catch in your chest.

"Does anyone do things for free nowadays?"

He was right. And by the way his eyes wandered over your body, you didn't need to think much to guess what he was referring to.

His gaze was scorching you and you wanted to kiss his jaw until your lips hurt.

And you gave in, because who else was there to thank the masked vigilante who protected the nighttime travelers?

One step closer.

You were still in the middle of the deserted street, in plain sight of anyone who decided to take a nighttime stroll.

You didn't care much, not even when the cold concrete of the sidewalk made your knees ache.

His suit vanished in front of you, your eyes locked onto the pair of dark jeans that now filled your entire field of vision.

You licked on the fabric when you realized that he was already hard under his clothing.

And although the cold did not cause anything in him, your tongue did make him tremble.

A little more of force and you would have yanked the button off his jeans.

You were both clumsy, desperate.

Before you could object, the tip of his cock was pushing against your throat.

"Just like that, sweetie." And just when you thought her voice couldn't get any deeper.

Turns out, the terrifying Moon Knight was also a fan of encouraging his partners during sex.

He kept complimenting you, reminding you how well you were doing.

Although his moans spoke for him.

He had no compassion for you, when his hands were placed in your hair you knew you were no longer in control.

He rammed into your mouth with the brutality with which you had saw him punch people before.

You could only hear the gurgling of your saliva every time it slid down your tongue.

And your eyes filled up with tears as your nose bumped against the veil of his abdomen, you could feel him push you further.

Until you ran out of oxygen.

With two touches on his thigh he understood what you needed, finally letting go.

Your hand had to take care of the job, your saliva made it easier to stroke his already sensitive cock.

He looked at you, and you looked back at him.

"Thanks for taking care of me." Your smile was mocking, and Marc could only think about how cute your little face looked destroyed by him.

A chill ran through him from head to toe as the heat in his abdomen began to rise.

He was so close. "Just like that. Don't stop, -ah, fuck, please." His pleas confirmed the obvious to you.

You stuck out your tongue for him, and the mere image was too much for him.

It was obscene, he could see in you how much you wanted to swallow every drop he had to give you.

He came on your tongue. Actually, he came on your whole face.

And you squeezed anything that was left on him with your hand.

“Shit, I love you.” He said with a breathy, broken voice.

“Marc, don't get out of character!”

Steven.

"Sorry for the hour! Are there still tours available?" "Oh, Gods. You are just in time for the last one! But I'm afraid it will be just you and me, we're about to close."

At least this way you could ask anything that crossed your mind.

Steven was… dreamy.

You weren't the biggest fan of museums, but the guy was really doing his job for society.

You probably learned more there than in months of history classes.

And he made it so… enjoyable. So easy to understand, so much fun.

His eyes were shining as he spoke, and the 2-hour tour felt like 15 minutes.

"This is the least visited part of the museum." "Why?" "Many people are afraid of the ocean."

Both of you whispered, squinting your eyes to gaze at each other in the middle of the dark room.

A soft blue light gave the perfect tone to Steven's face as he looked at the exhibits as if it were the first time.

You leaned in to read the plaque in front of a representation of a shark skeleton.

And within seconds, a body positioned itself behind you. His chest against your back, one of his arms slid under yours, and he made you raise your hand.

His fingers guided yours to touch the fake skeleton.

"They don't have bones, you know?" A breathy moan escaped from his mouth when you pushed yourself towards him. "Oh no?" You played dumb. "It's, ah… gristle."

You tortured him by continuing to see the figure for extra seconds.

And when you turned around, Steven was on his knees

You smiled.

“I think it's my favorite room.” And in one jump you climbed onto a kind of high step that supported some other figures.

As if his lips had a magnet towards you, he began to kiss between your thighs.

Because of course, the first thing you did was spread your legs for him.

He kissed on top of the fabric until he got desperate.

You never thought that the shy museum guide in the baggy clothes would have the strength to pull your skinny jeans down in one fell swoop.

You've been wanting to mess up those soft curls ever since you laid eyes on him.

Right now, with his tongue working on you, it was the perfect opportunity.

"Oh shit." Your voice echoed through the empty room as you pushed him harder between your legs.

Steven refused to pull away for air, and you happily kept him between your legs.

He looked like a hungry man, you could feel his saliva running between your legs.

"Y-You do an amazing job." “Well, I always wanted to be a museum guide.” oh so innocent

"Steven!" It resounded so loudly in the room that you feared someone would discover you.

But not enough to shut you up.

It goes without saying that you finished sooner than expected, the adrenaline rush of being caught was always a fetish for you.

And when you looked down, you almost fainted.

His huge chocolate brown eyes were staring at you, barely parted enough for you to see his glossy lips full of you.

He had the expression of someone about to get into some mischief.

"No." "Yeah." "Steven, no." “How are you going to rate my good work in the suggestion and complaint box if I don't please you?”

Before you protested, his mouth was on you again.

2 orgasms were not enough for him.

Not even with 3, you lost count after 4, and he only stopped when your legs threatened to no longer support your weight.

You trembled, your vision was blurred and you couldn't bear the suffocating heat that you were feeling on your face.

“Did you like the tour?” He asked innocently as he adjusted your pants and finally faced you.

His face full of saliva and your fluids.

"You're awful at roleplay." "I know." He kissed you and you cleaned his mouth area with your tongue.

He looked at you with more wonder than at his favorite pieces in the museum.

"Let me take you to dinner, okay?"

Jake.

The honking of a car made you rush out of your house.

Your furrowed brow and your lips forming a pout gave you away as you got into the taxi.

Apparently, you were having a terrible day. You didn't even greet the driver as you got in.

"Bad day?" His accent did catch your attention. "Bad life." You replied with a nostalgic smile.

You could feel him looking at you constantly in the rearview mirror.

"Who would allow a beauty like you to get into a stranger's car at this hour?" "My fiancé is an idiot."

You made him scoff.

"I bet I can make you forget about him in seconds." "Seconds is quite ambitious."

He winked at you.

And you felt butterflies in your stomach.

The teasing way you turned your back on him made Jake accept the challenge.

Only God knows where he parked the car; you had never been in this part of the city before.

Him talking about seconds wasn't him being ambitious.

It was him being realistic.

Because before you could react you had the words stuck in your throat because his cock was deeply buried in you.

You were turning your back on him once again, this time by his choice.

You swore you could hear the screeching of the car with every movement of his hip.

"Does he fuck you like this, cariño?" He growled in your ear.

His questions made you dizzy, his thick accent and his hot breath hitting your ear.

"I bet he's never made you moan like that before." “Aw, look at you, honey. All cock-drunk and whiney.” "Pídeme más, amor, pídeme que te destroce."

You were staining the leather seat with saliva.

And Jake would pull on your hair to try and lift your face up a bit.

He didn't want you to keep quieting your whining like that, you knew it.

"More." It came out broken from your lips.

And he complied.

You could never think of another man like that, although to be fair, you didn't mean to.

“That fucking death-grip.” And while Jake seemed in control, he wasn't immune to your tricks, your way of taking the bull by the horns. “Amor, no, please, no… You are going to…”

He came inside of you.

And you shivered, keeping him inside.

"Look at that, cielo." After a few seconds, he pulled out, staring. “Do you think he will take you back now that I marked you as mine like this?”

And you made him laugh by cursing him out loud.

"Amor?" "Uh?" "You're going to clean that up." He poked you on the nose. Your cheek felt wet against the seat, your saliva making you groan.

[female-hysterics]

I’ll get on my knees and BEG for Marc to fuck me in his suit. He’s my god and there’s nothing that I won’t do for him. I will praise every inch of him. How I want him to RUIN ME is in the suit. And Khonshu can fucking watch for all I care.

I agree with this statement. 😏

Maybe you catch him particularly riled up, or he saves you from being mugged, but he’s in his suit and he needs you now.

He would barely get your panties pulled aside and his cock free before shoving inside you with sheer desperation that matches your own as you claw at his back and fist his hair and the pace he sets has your teeth clacking inside your skull painfully and you swear he’s bruising your cervix but you don’t care. Marc is panting and gasping in your ear, holding you with harsh hands on your hips, and he swallows your cries of his name with a biting kiss that leaves you tasting copper and wailing for more even as you unravel on your lover’s cock while he comes inside you with a punched out gasp. 

A stale breeze eventually slowly flutters through Marc’s dark curls and ruffles your hair, leaving you shivering, and Marc grunts against your skin.

“Fuckin’ pervert,” he grumbles under his breath, but you don’t even care that the Moon God was watching. Not when Marc was still hard and throbbing inside you and still wearing that suit and you brought his greedy mouth back to yours.

(Okay but I totally headcanon that Khonshu is a creeper and would totally watch)

[gatorbites-imagines]

Masterlist 2

NaEmoji Guide

Dark themes = 🖤

Smut = ❤️

Find Masterlist 1 here

Marvel

-Steve Rogers

Steve Rogers and his 200 year old partner who he calls daddy (mild ❤️ mentions)

Steve Rogers x male reader with a choking kink (mild ❤️)

-Moon knight

The moonboys with a male reader whos a stoic tall history teacher

The moonboys (mainly Steven) watching horror movies with alien male reader

The moonboys with a lover who has C-PTSD

The moonboys with omegaverse, with a beta reader.

Moonboys and Khonshu with a touch starved reader

-Namor/kukulkan

“Clipped wings” Part 1 Namor x mutant reader

-Eddie Brock(and venom)

Eddie and Venom with a ftm reader

-Andrew Garfield (tasm) Peter Parker

Peter Parker x deadpool male reader

Spiderverse

-Miguel O’Hara

Miguel O’Hara scent/sweat smut drabble❤️

-Peter B Parker

Peter B Parker with a narcoleptic boyfriend

-Hobie Brown

Hobie Brown with a boyfriend whos a juggalo and a fellow spiderman

Hobie Brown sfw alphabet

Hobie Brown nsfw alphabet ❤️

Hobie Brown x deadpool male reader

Hobie brown x lead guitarist male reader

Hobie Brown x Male reader whos spiderman and the son of Miguel from another dimension

Hobie Brown x insecure male reader

-Pavitr Prabhakar

Pavitr Prabhakar sfw alphabet

-Peter Benjamin Parker/Spidernoir

Spidernoir with a ftm reader

Spidernoir with a lover who keeps touching his web slit/spinnerette ❤️(a little bit)

-Ben Reilly

Ben Reilly is in spider heat and wants nothing more than for you to dominate him ❤️

-Multiple

Miles and Prowler Miles with a black cat reader whos in love with miles, and is dead in earth-42.

Relationship headcanons for Miles Morales, Miguel O'hara and Hobie Brown.

Platonic/parental headcanons for Peter B and Miguel with a spiderman male reader whos very protective

DC

-Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne x male reader cuddling and edging, drabble ❤️

Bruce Wayne x male reader, meeting the family

-Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson x male reader whos a dancer and hero

Dick Grayson x powered male reader whos the son of oliver queen

Dick Grayson x clarks son reader, who are hopelessly in love.

Dick Grayson x Rogue doctor male reader

-Jason Todd

Jason having a depressive episode and the reader takes care of him, so he goes into subspace ❤️

Jason todd x older vigilante male reader, part two (little bit of  ❤️)

Jason Todd x snobby rich male reader with brat taming ❤️

-Tim Drake

Tim Drake x ftm reader, ft cuddling and homemade coffee

Tim Drake x flirty son of Trigon male reader, whos a sorcerer vigilante

Tim Drake x autistic male reader, where they mirror eachother, ft the batfams reaction to that

Being Tim Drakes boyfriend and his family is protective of him

Tim Drake x male reader, pulling all nighters and falling asleep

Tim Drake x older male reader

-Damian Wayne

Platonic Damian with a Alien reader who pretty much adopts him

-Wally West

Wally West with an autistic male reader

FTM Wally West x Male reader with Wally being eaten out drabble❤️

-Barry Allen

Barry Allen x cat burglar male reader

Barry Allen x alien male reader whos culture roughhouses

-Eobard Thawne

Eobard Thawne with a male reader whos just a normal guy.

-Roy Harper

Roy Harper with a villain male reader

-Clark Kent/Kal-el

Clark Kent being flirted with by a rich male reader, instead of reader flirting with Lois

Clark Kent with a kryptonian partner, featuring scent kink and kryptonian words ❤️

-Conner Kent/Kon-El

Conner Kent with a male reader, featuring kryptonian headcanons ❤️(a little)

Conner Kent with a male reader whos culture is similar to kryptonians and who purrs

Conner Kent with a male reader whos stoic around everyone, but cocky and smug with him

Conner Kent with a male reader whos a clone of plastic man.

-Hal Jordan

Hal Jordan x Red Lantern Czarnian male reader (slight  ❤️)

Hal Jordan x male reader, with a scent/musk kink ❤️

-Guy Gardner

Guy Gardner relationship headcanons

Guy Gardner nsfw alphabet ❤️

Guy Gardner trying to top fellow lantern reader, but being dominated ❤️

Guy Gardner being put in subspace by his star sapphire lover, with sounding ❤️

-John Constantine

Constantine nsfw alphabet ❤️

Constantine with a male reader whos like Dean Winchester from Supernatural

Constantine x tattoo artist male reader (mild ❤️)

-Harvey Dent/Two-Face

Harvey Dent with a male reader who distracts him during work

Harvey Dent/Two-Face cuddle fluff

-Bane

Bane x FTM reader general headcanons

-Minhkhoa Khan/Ghostmaker

Minhkhoa Khan relationship headcanons

-Multiple

Yandere Jason x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick

Yandere Jason x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick part 2 🖤

Batboys with a villain reader who constantly flirts with them

DC characters and my personal headcanons for them (ethnicity, gender, etc)

Martian Headcanons

Kryptonian Headcanons

Dick grayson x Wally West x male reader

Platonic batfam with a kid reader whos a clone of jason, raised by the Joker

Platonic Batfam with a sick vigilante male reader who wont rest

Invincible

-Flaxan leader

Flaxan leader with an anti-hero male reader

-Damien Darkblood

Damien Darkblood x detective male reader, wholesome fluff

Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

Padawan Anakin Skywalker x dark side leaning male reader

Anakin Skywalker x mandalorian reader with cockwarming ❤️

Anakin Skywalker flirting with the reader and making out

-Paz Vizsla

Paz Vizsla x sith male reader, ft Darth Revan and lots of headcanons

Paz Vizsla x ftm reader headcanons

-Din Djarin

Din Djarin adopting a foundling pantoran reader and being a father figure.

FTM Din Djarin getting eaten out in his pilot seat with his armor on ❤️

-Boba Fett

Boba Fett x male reader with gunplay❤️

The Boys

-Billy Butcher

Billy Butcher x male reader whos Homelanders brother

-Homelander/John Gillman

Homelander x supe male reader whos much more powerful than him ❤️

Homelander dating a ftm reader

-The Deep/Kevin Moskowitz

The Deep x male reader where he gets off just having his gills played with ❤️

-Multiple

A-Train, MM, Frenchie and Hughie as boyfriends, headcanons

Slashers

-Jason Voorhees

Jason with a male reader whos childhood friends who meet again years later

Jason Voorhees nsfw alphabet ❤️

-Chad Martin-Meeks

Chad with a male reader who grew up together and fell in love.

-Billy Lenz

Billy Lenz with somnophilia ❤️(🖤 cuz theres no explicit consent)

-Poly Ghostface

Billy and Stu with a male reader who has anger issues whos tired of being angry

Billy and Stu comforting their lover who has body dysmorphia

One Piece

-Donquixote Doflamingo

Doflamingo with a lover whos shorter than him

Yandere Doflamingo with a male reader who gets stockholm syndrome ❤️(🖤 a bit, cuz yandere)

Doflamingo x young adult male reader with back pains

-Sir Crocodile

Ftm Sir Crocodile being fucked into submission by the reader ❤️

-Dracule Mihawk

FTM dracule mihawk x service top male reader ❤️

-Red Haired Shanks

Shanks x martial artist male reader whos love language is physical affection and words of affirmation

-Trafalgar D Water Law

Law being Bratty and being punished by a bigger Zoan fruit male reader ❤️

Law with a tall intimidating male reader who everyone thinks is the top (mild  ❤️)

-Vinsmoke/Black Leg Sanji

Sanji being tied up and desperate to touch the reader ❤️

Reader spanking Sanji to let off some steam ❤️

-Roronoa Zoro

Reader punishing/spanking Zoro, but it ends up with them arguing, but making up❤️

-Edward “Whitebeard” Newgate

Whitebeard with a tall male reader whos never been shorter than anyone before ❤️

-Smoker the white hunter

Smoker SFW alphabet

Teen Wolf

-Jackson Whittmore

overall Jackson Whittmore nsfw headcanons ❤️

-Scott McCall

Bottom Scott McCall x kanima-werewolf male reader, ft some tailplay ❤️

Rick and Morty

-Rick Sanchez

Yandere Rick Prime headcanons 🖤

Ovetime

-Josiah Nguyen

Yandere Josiah headcanons 🖤

Call of Duty

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost being secretly married to Soaps brother

Ftm Ghost x male reader smut drabble ❤️

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick 

Ftm Gaz x male reader, pussydrunk reader with overstim, drabble ❤️

-Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Dom rudy headcanons along with a few cute ones ❤️

-Phillip Graves

Graves with a male reader whos gone through a near death experience

Graves with a vampire boyfriend

-Multiple

141 with a male reader who wears a lot of dog tags

Poly Alerudy with a male reader whos childhood best friends and post lovers with Soap

Cod boys with a male reader who wears a mask and has a huge burn scar

Cod boys with a reader who repeats words or phrases they say

Poly alerudy with a short male reader

Alejandro and Graves with a reader who rubs their face against their stubble

Poly alerudy with a tall male reader who is basically a giant cat

Alejandro, Rudy, Graves and Soap with a reader whos create as copying noises

Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Rudy, and König with a reader whos a famous volleyball player

Alejandro and Rudy with a mute s/o

141 with an autistic reader who makes noises, like meowing and hissing

Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Roach and Graves as pups with petplay❤️

Alejandro and Rudy taking care of their sick and hurt lover

Lookism

-Multiple

Lookism characters with a male reader who has a squishable chest and butt

Barbie (2023)

-Kenneth “Ken” Sean Carson

Ken x male reader drabble, where Ken gives the reader head and has a praise kink ❤️

Stereotypical Ken x Male reader x Pompadour Ken where they compete whos best ❤️

Baldurs Gate 3

-Astarion Ancunín

Astarion with a Bard Tiefling male reader, random headcanons

Fight Club

Jack/The Narrator

Jack x medical staff male reader (drabble, from jacks pov)

-multiple

Tyler Durden and Jack “The narrator” throuple relationship headcanons

Scott Pilgrim Takes off

-Todd Ingram

Helping Todd Ingram get over his crush on Wallace and it leads to make outs.

-Stephen Stills

Stephen Stills x male reader meeting in a club ❤️

My Hero Academia

-Enji Todoroki/Endeavor

Reformed Enji with a hero male reader whos very flirty when they are on patrol

Jujutsu Kaisen

-Nanami Kento

Nanami giving dom/top reader aftercare (mild  ❤️)

[writefightandflightclub]

Shadow of a doubt:

Fem!Reader x the Moon Knight System🌙 (Marc Spector 😍, Steven Grant 🥰, Jake Lockley 😘.)

Summary:

Marc was first.

Steven was second.

Khonshu’s never going to love you.

…And you’re wondering if Jake will ever get there at all.

Author’s note: not sure about posting this (bc excuses + caveats) but doing it anyway! 🤡 This is me playing around whilst not working on my main WIPs 🙄 So, please have my questionable headcanons! And my first attempt at Jake!

Author’s note 2: Marc Spector 🥰

Genre: An angsty, meandering relationship retrospective (how reader came to be involved with each of: Marc, Steven, Jake, and how their relationship with each alter differs / developed). Vague character study of sorts (and Jake characterisation is based on less than nothing). Some fluff. Some hurt / comfort. Some smut but it’s not a smut piece and it’s not hugely explicit.

Rating: 18+ ONLY. Adult themes. Minors DNI.

Warnings: angst I guess? Fear of abandonment / rejection themes (and you don’t even need to squint for that one). Canon typical allusions to trauma (not explicit, not a major theme). Sexual themes but largely not explicit and not the core focus. Questionable headcanons. Out of character everyone, maybe? Typos. Unrequited love(?). Alcohol mentions. Food mentions. Some shitty comments about Marc by reader’s friend which are immediately and directly refuted in the text and by reader (and me!); however warning as their ignorance can be taken as ableist (upfront and not a key theme).

GIF from this glorious set by @nowritingonthewall

Marc was first.

First to notice you. First to fall in love. First to be all in.

Your friends told you plainly that they didn’t like him at first. Warned you off him, in fact, with all manner of ignorant assumptions. They said he was closed off. Unreliable. “Shifty”; the guy with the dark past, never looking anyone in the eye for too long. “Rude”, because he didn’t make small talk at parties.

They even said, upon their first occassion meeting him, that he “sucked all the air out of the room”.

You didn’t have a damn clue what they were talking about, however.

When you had first seen Marc, you had felt like you could finally breathe.

Eventually, you got rid of those friends in favour of much better ones; but you kept him.

Marc was a keeper.

You had come to know him. To understand that whilst he may have a closed off face, he has the most open of hearts. That whilst he might not look everyone in the eye, when he looks at you his eyes are full of love. That although he might not always talk small, he says all the big things when he’s alone with you.

All the right things. All the things that matter.

There was that time Marc had turned to you on your mates’ doorstep, and had whispered in a thick Chicagoan accent that he wished Khonshu’s armour could protect him from parties. You had simply kissed him on the cheek and told him - without a second thought - that you would protect him.

“Always. From everything. Fuck that Sesame Street reject, Marc. I’m the only bird you need on your arm tonight.”

He had turned then, with a lopsided smile to twin with yours, and he had told you the biggest thing of all.

“I love you.”

You had waited patiently for his words. You had waited to hear aloud what you had already learned to be true through the language of his hands and his lips and his body. Through his gestures and actions.

It was worth the wait.

He was worth the wait.

You had learned so much about him already.

The big things.

That he was scared, and that he was brave.

His fears and doubts, and the things he still had faith in.

The things he couldn’t trust yet, but wanted to.

And, the small things which seemed huge too.

The way he liked to bury his head in the crook of your neck before he slept, his eyelashes kissing your skin. 

The way he knew the Latin name for almost every flower in Kew Gardens.

The way he became over invested in finding the perfect jacket, doing an excited little bounce when he finally walked out of the changing room in one that felt good - then bought two.

How feeling smoothness beneath his touch - of leaves or a polished stone or your silk nightdress could make the tension melt from his body.

The way he’d looked like you’d just given him the world when you’d surprised him with a bunch of slightly sorry supermarket flowers you hadn’t been able to resist.

The way he had cried, curled around your lap and face buried in your thighs, because he didn’t know - until Steven - and didn’t truly believe - until you - that love could be gentle.

“What is it?” you had asked him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he had replied as his tears fell. “For the first time that I remember. Nothing.”

You had learned all of this about Marc.

And now, you had learned that he was yours.

And so, when he had wordlessly gripped your hand in his - as you stood too agape to say it back - you decided then that you never wanted to let him go.

***

Steven came second.

Came to you more slowly.

Marc’s hands had arrived at you first, before his words had. Before he could trust you to speak his truths to you, and his words had followed later.

There was plenty to talk about.

Marc had told you about Steven.

Had spoken about him like a brother.

Had asked if you wanted to meet him.

You did - of course.

It had gone well.

Steven was as easy to love as Marc was.

“Wow, bloody hell. Marc is a blooming idiot. Why on Earth would he give me the body when he’s here with someone so beautiful? Oh God. Sorry, yeah? I didn’t mean to be creepy or anything. Let’s start again, shall we? Hiya! I’m Steven. Lovely to meet you, finally. Heard a lot about you. From Marc. Obviously.”

By the time you had spoken your first words to him, you had already been smiling, and only partly in relief.

Steven’s words were there from the beginning, yes. Treasures - not hidden in tombs like Marc’s, requiring excavation; but on display for you on plinths and in glass cabinets.

Steven had nothing to hide from you.

Was nothing if not honest.

Steven had little to hide from anyone.

His hands came later - and his lips - but first; his words were abundant.

Steven talked and you listened.

You loved to listen.

You loved to listen when he spoke to the topics he was most knowledgable about. When you asked an offhand question about one of his books or documentaries and he would pause for 15 minutes to give you every detail, his face lit with passion. You loved how intelligent and enthusiastic he was.

You had learned so much from him, and along the way you learned about him too.

You’d learned about his moral code, and how his courage was unwavering in standing up for himself and others.

You’d learned that he liked to keep his hands busy.

That he wore his emotions on his sleeve.

You’d learned how he was lonely, like you.

How he had been for a long time.

It had not been long at all before you had begun to think about it - about kissing Steven too.

“Look. Shortcake. I already know you want to kiss him,” Marc had told you one evening as you had prepared dinner together. His face had been taut, and tension had made your body rigid too as you realised he was wise to your desires.

“A-Are you angry?”

He had smoothed his hand lovingly along your arm. Sometimes it was hard to tell what he was thinking or feeling, when his expression didn’t give much away. “No. I’m not mad, I just… I don’t think he knows. You might have to be a little more obvious.”

After that, you had talked about the possibility with Marc - of having something with Steven. Whether it could work. Whether he might grow jealous. That it wouldn’t mean you loved him any less. How you could never love him less; only more and more.

“Does he… want to do that too? To kiss me?” You hadn’t been sure why your voice was faltering.

“Uh. I’ll take a wild stab that: yeah.” A smile had radiated from the corner’s of Marc’s eyes. “He won’t shut up about you.”

You couldn’t even try to hide the fact that made you feel giddy. A swallow had trailed down your throat. Your hands had grown clammy where they rested against Marc’s forearms. “Is… is Steven here? Now?”

Marc had cast a sidelong glance, looking at his own abstract reflection in the shined saucepan he’d just stacked back on the shelf.

“Oh, buddy, don’t worry,” Marc had reassured his reflection. “You’re getting the body. Just let me do one thing first, huh?”

Marc had crossed to you ever so slowly, deliberately, the softest, most delicate smile gracing his features. He had cupped your face in his warm, sure hands, and had planted the tenderest goodnight kiss on your mouth. Then, he had shuffled forward, his breath against the shell of your ear as he whispered a secret to you. “Suck him off and he’ll lose his shit. Fella’s asked a lotta questions about the mouth stuff.” He had dipped back to your mouth - just in time to kiss the curl of your smile as you had succumbed to a gentle, surprised laugh.

“Alright,” you had smirked. “That could work.”

“Do a good job with it, honey,” Marc had teased.

“Why? Because you’ll be watching?“

He had slipped his tongue hungrily into your mouth. “No. This is all for him. But I want to hear about it later.”

You had rested your palms against his chest, a bedding heat sinking through you, but a less pleasant weight settling on your chest at the thought of Marc no longer fronting. “Come back to me. Okay?”

His smile was as soft and warm as melting butter. “Copy that.”

He had delved to kiss you again, and this time you felt a change. You felt his lips stop moving against yours, his hands dropping limply to his sides. Instead of Marc’s eager tongue, you felt a humming noise tickling your lips - alongside the press of a far more chaste kiss.

“Mmm. Hi, Steven,” you had said, stealing the breath from his mouth.

You had felt his warm lips make the shape of the words against your own. “Hmm. Hiya,” he had said, almost drunkenly.

You had dipped back from him then to find him slightly slack-jawed, his eyes fluttered closed and those long lashes fanned dreamily towards his cheeks. A flushed colour creeping from his neck to his face like blooming roses climbing up and up a trellis.

“You okay, Steven?”

Flowers settled on his cheeks, he had wrapped his arms around your waist, his hands fisting securely into your soft cardigan, idly massaging the textures. “Bloody hell, I think I’m going to keel over or sumfink.” He had opened his eyes, a slow, dazed blink like waking from a good dream. “Sorry about him, yeah? Marc. The mouth stuff, I mean. Obviously… he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, yeah? Just ignore him.”

“He doesn’t?”

Steven’s droopy, happy gaze lingered on your mouth. “Not usually.”

You had grazed your fingers along Steven’s lapel. Actually pouted as your fingers trailed over his chest and stomach, and down to the belt at his waist. “Shall we stop then, Steven? No more mouth stuff?”

“Stop? Oh god, no!” There was a beat. Then, Steven had waved his hands in the air n surrender. “I mean, unless you want to stop, yeah? Coz then obviously we’d stop. I’m not trying to be creepy or-“

You had kissed him again.

Deeper.

He kissed you back, a small moan blooming in the cave of your mouth - flowers in the dark.

When you had pulled away he was all flushed; but still, his words were there, reliable as ever “You’re so perfect. Completely lovely. Proper stunning, you, aren’t you? Feels so nice to kiss you.”

“So are you. So handsome. So… delicious.”

You had sunk to your knees, doe eyes sparking with promise, and Steven’s hands gripping the edge of the counter you now had him backed-up against.

“Bloody nora! You’re gonna have to stop, love, or I’m going to get excited.”

“Steven. That’s the idea.”

You had already known how he would taste when you took him into your mouth, but it still felt like a first time.

He’d looked good like that - his trousers bunched around his ankles and his chin tipped towards the eaves. His tee-shirt half covering his bare bum cheeks - he had Marc to thank for the squats, you had supposed.

And, as Steven enjoyed you and encouraged you, you finally found a way to make him speechless.

Later, after more pepperings of kisses you had merged your bodies once more between the sheets. After, you had curled in bed, bodies curved like crescents against one another’s - slices of the moon.

That’s when his tears had come.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Your brows had knitted together like one of his soft sweaters. You had spun and your palm had found his cheek, a lone tear sluicing over the ridges of your fingers.

“This is perfect and I… I don’t want to give you back.” When Steven’s voice had broken, it had broken you. “I don’t want to leave you, love.”

“Aww, baby. Ssshhh.” You had soothed him, searching Steven’s eyes, even as his gaze was disappeared into your hairline. “What the hell do you mean ‘give me back’?” His eyes had met yours briefly then, brimming with liquid moonlight. “I’m yours too, Steven,” you had said freely, and you had meant it with your whole being. “I’m yours too.”

You were his too.

There was a moment, then, as you watched this reveal bed down into Steven’s features, giving them a rare weight. He wore it heavy, like a mask.

Then, a peace had gradually settled over him as he worked through his thoughts. He had shaken his head softly. Expelled a puff of air as though in disbelief, even if his words came out entirely certain. “I love you.”

He said those words with his whole heart.

Unapologetic; just like he was with everything else.

Steven was a man who knew what he wanted - what felt right - and he stood up for it. Said it out loud.

There had been no doubt in your mind either when you had replied. “I love you too.”

Steven’s eyebrows had jumped back up towards his hairline in shock, like he hadn’t even contemplated you might say it back. “Sacré bleu!”

You had already been smiling, but your nose had crinkled in surprise then.

“It’s French,” he explained.

“I know,” you had purred. “I’ll show you something else French, if you like.” A nervous swallow had trailed down his neck as your hand began to smooth over his chest - bare aside from the glinting Magen David nestled in between his pecs.

His gaze had dropped to your mouth. “Oh you will, will you? Poetry or something, is it?”

You had dipped forward, writing a poem as your tongue dipped into his mouth to lick against his. “Oh! Yep. That’s French,” Steven had mumbled against your lips. His hands had reached for you. “Keep it coming. Mmmph.”

You had wound your arms around him in return and tongued his smile.

You had decided then, that you always wanted to hold on. Always wanted to be reaching for him.

***

Khonshu was never going to love you.

You didn’t really care for the bird, nor he for you. “Think you’re all menacing, do you? I’ve seen episodes of Pingu that are scarier than you, you big monstrosity.”

“I’d rather crawl back into my ushabti that be stuck here talking to you, little worm.”

“Don’t worry,” Steven had reassured, once Khonshu had finished with his tantrum, blinking out of the room. He had settled a few soft pats on to your shoulder. “You’ll like the hippo a lot better. Tawaret’s lovely.”

Your head had whipped towards him. “There’s a hippo?”

Clearly, there was a little more you had to catch-up on.

***

Jake came to you last of all.

You were never sure if he planned to stay.

You’d experienced him first only in the aftermath of him fronting.

Marc, left with one of Jake’s hangovers. The taste of cheap whiskey on his mouth.

Steven, clicking his tongue as he shaved off Jake’s three-day moustache, the alters locked in a constant battle around presentation of facial hair.

One day, you had finally met him in person, and there was no doubt he was a stranger to you as he walked the body into the house.

You had used your key. Had been expecting Marc.

Jake had not been expecting you, it seemed.

His eyes had skimmed over you, his face impassive. “Eres la chica.” You’re the girl.

He had looked at you with something you couldn’t place, and were quite sure you didn’t want to.

He didn’t enter. One foot inside and one foot out of the door.

He had stood there, pensive and still. Had lifted his thumb to skim it along his lower lip, and it was then you had noted the smear of red on the ridges of his knuckles.

You had looked him up and down in return, consciously resisting folding your arms around yourself. “And you’re… Jake.” You hadn’t liked the way he made you feel so nervous. “Nice to meet you.”

With a slight downward sneer of his mouth, Jake had turned on his booted heel and walked right out again.

After that, you didn’t see him for a while. Even Marc and Steven told you he was lying low.

To your surprise, they had also told you that Jake wanted to see you again.

“Hi,” you had greeted cautiously when he had next walked in. He was wearing his trademark flat cap, and carrying a scuffed brown cardboard box against his torso.

This time, you had been expecting him.

“Hola, bizcocho.”

Like last time, Jake had looked you up and down, lips pursing as he sucked on a red lollipop - which you would later learn he loved to do all day while he rode his cab around, the clear, crinkled wrappers and used sticks accumulating in his jacket pockets. His upper lip had drawn back into a curled, gummy smile as he crossed to the desk. “Mira. Kitten. Very cute,” he had explained as he waved you over.

You had heard a bright, tiny mew from inside the box then, as though on cue as Jake had carefully placed it down on the table.

“We foster kittens now.” You had simply stood there and blinked, getting accustomed to his pronounced accent, as you had with Steven. To the way his lips moved and shaped themselves differently to either Steven’s or Marc’s around his words.

Imagining the way he must taste of strawberries.

Getting used to all of it.

Adjusting to Jake and who he was.

Unlike Steven or Marc, Jake’s eye contact was intense and unwavering, and you felt a nervous sweat prickle at the back of your neck.

“Um.” You had gathered yourself. “We do?”

“Not ‘we’ like ‘you and me’.” He had laughed. “We like us.” Jake had gestured towards the nearest shiny surface then, followed by abruptly crunching the lollipop between his teeth.

You had crossed to the box and peered inside, smiling involuntarily as you heard a bright peep, and spotted the tiny little furball.

Mew.

You were too nervous -or possibly captivated by Jake, you would theorise later- for the cuteness of this kitten to dissolve your tension completely; and so, you had turned your attention right back to Jake. “Right. There is no ‘you and me’ us.”

Jake had slanted his body towards to you.

His clothes were different. Tight pinstripe trousers which strained against his ample thighs and hips. A fitted white shirt and waistcoat. His voice was different. His mannerisms. Expressions. Motivations.

Most glaringly of all, he looked at you -technically- with the same eyes as Marc and Steven did, but they were different. You did not see the familiar gloss of love coating them when Jake looked at you. You tried hard not to be alarmed by its sudden absence. To understand it.

Then, Jake had scooped the furball up in his broad hand and had nestled her against his chest. He had extended his other hand out to you with a broad grin. The hand that had - last time - been covered in blood. He held it out almost like it was a peace offering before he’d ever wronged you. “Nice to meet you.”

On autopilot, you had reciprocated, reaching out and feeling the warm slide of his broad hand against your own cool skin as he shook it.

This was a hand that had touched you, held you, and been buried in you; but in a way you’d never felt it before. A hand that you’d touched a thousand times but that, now, sent a heat skittering down your spine like it was the thrill of a stranger’s touch.

Maybe you were warming to each other, you’d thought. Or perhaps that was just you. You had certainly felt like he could have grilled you on his hands with the way his touch made your skin sizzle.

“I have heard a lot about you,” Jake mused. You knew the only two likely culprits. “Watched you sometimes as well.”

When he had said that, you had snatched your hand and your eyes away from him, a heat crawling up your neck.

“You… watch me?”

When you had snatched your hand away from him - as if frightened - Jake had become visibly flustered. He had replaced the kitten efficiently to the box, his grin falling away and his thick brows drawing down over his eyes like shutters. He had crossed to the fridge - to give himself some time to think, perhaps. He had opened the door and unceremoniously pulled out two slabs of meat, slapping them on the chopping board and beginning to season them.

As if compelled, you had followed, though you had refrained from pushing him anywhere he didn’t want to go.

Instead, you had pointed at the meat with your forefinger, a niggle in your brow. “I hope that’s kosher.”

Jake had laughed then, a vibrant, gummy thing. You had drank it in, trying to catalogue the details of him, so you could recognise him later. “Muy linda.”

“What’s cute?”

“You know that Steven is already the Steven in my head, don’t you?”

“Right. Touché.” You couldn’t help but laugh too, ekeing out some of your tension.

A smile had curled Jake’s mouth, and you watched as he poured a dram of whiskey into a glass, throwing it down the hatch before gathering up more ingredients.

“Can I help you with anything?”

“No. Just sit. Please,” Jake had insisted, and you had thanked him, planting yourself down as he threw things together in the pan with a flourish and an innate confidence.

And, eventually, in the space you created with your silence, his words had come. “Sometimes… I watch.” The sizzle of the pan was a background to his words, as he tossed ingredients together. “I have to do it, to look after my brothers. I have to keep them safe.”

His expression was somber and closed off, but his eyes had darted briefly over to you then. His eyes were hooded with a suspicion that felt default; familiar. He looked at you briefly as though you were the threat. As though he was thoroughly used to assessing for danger. A gulp had bobbed down your throat. “Keep them safe from… me?”

“No,” Jake shook his head slowly, jaw writhing as he concentrated on plating up the food. “I thought that, when you first came. But now, no.”

He had slid the plate across the small table to you, and had taken his seat opposite. You had thanked him and looked down to the food, realising that he’d prepared it to your requirements. Thank goodness, because you’d forgotten to ask - he had you all in a tiz.

Tentatively, your eyes fixed on Jake the whole time, you scooped up a haphazard forkful of food. “What changed your mind?”

Jake had looked pensive for a moment as his eyes connected with yours. “Because…,” -his mouth lifted into a smile - “…now I know you care about them as much as I do.”

Despite yourself, Jake’s words had inspired a swell of emotion in your chest, and you had reached out to place your hand on top of his then, where it was planted flat on the table. He had looked down at it, but he had not drawn away from you.

Maybe from here, you could take care of him too, you had considered.

With tears twinkling in your eyes and a soft smile, you had finally been able to say it and truly mean it. For the first time, you had felt relaxed around him. “It’s nice to meet you, Jake.”

***

After that point, you had come to learn Jake too.

You had learned how he liked to drive. How he was always working on fixing up some old banger down at a local rental unit. Sometimes, he had taken you to help him after work, asking you to pass him spanners and such as nothing but his bum and legs poked out from beneath the bonnet.

He liked to shoot pool and drink cheap whiskey.

To tenderly settle his flat cap on your head. He always licked his lips whenever he looked at you wearing it, you had begun to notice.

He cooked like a genius.

You had learned that Jake was the protector. The guy who insists it’s “nice to be nice”, but also that sometimes you have to be “cruel to be kind”. The guy who you’d hate to cross but love to be on the right side of.

You had even begun to feel that he looked out for you. That you looked out for each other.

You’d formed a friendship with him, and you had been more than content with that. Content that there was a fondness if not a love nor desire in his eyes for you.

Still, you had been attracted to him, of course - despite your best efforts. And, if Marc had made you feel like you could finally breathe, Jake routinely made you feel like you were running out of air.

Still, you didn’t think he wanted you like that.

That is, not until one night, when you were locked in a sweaty, coital embrace with Marc.

Marc had paused, briefly slowing his thrusts and tearing his mouth away from you with a snatched breath.

“What is it?”

Marc’s shoulders had heaved as he had pushed up on his muscled arms, his sweat-sheened body settled over you like a canopy. Curls cascading over his forehead, and his necklace swaying in the space between you. “Jake’s here,” he had panted, eyes meeting yours with a flash of concern. “He’s… watching.”

At first, it had thrown you.

“What do you want to do?” Marc had enquired urgently, lips dragging down your neck.

He would have stopped, if you wanted it.

Instead though, your eyes had grown hooded, and your voice had become a deep, dark purr. “Don’t stop, Marc. Let him.”

Marc had paused for only a moment, before he had resumed with increased vigour, his eyes somehow lit with an even deeper hunger. “Hnnng. He says… he says to make you cum so he can, hnnng, see how it looks.”

“Do it then. Do it, Marc,” you had encouraged, opening up for him like a night-blooming flower to its moon. And, this time, when you had come undone on Marc and you had looked deeply into his eyes, you could see hints of Jake peering back at you too.

Afterward, you and Marc had come down, breaths ragged, and had fallen back on to the welcoming pillows, limbs tangling together.

Once you were settled, Marc had lolled his head towards you asked a question you weren’t quite ready to face the answer to. “You into him too?”

You had been silent for a long time before you responded. Long enough that Marc may have even believed that you had fallen asleep. Then, your whisper had cut through the dark like a dart.

“Yes.”

It felt sudden and sharp. Somehow, like you had just jammed the knife into your own back.

You had wondered if Marc might pull away from you, but instead, he had scooped you into his arms.

When he did, you had been unable to explain to him why you were crying. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s okay.” Marc had smoothed his hands over you. “He’s a good-looking guy.” Marc’s throaty chuckle had dragged a smile out of you too.

“Is he here now?” you had croaked.

“Not right now, baby. It’s just you and me.”

You had buried your face into Marc’s chest and held him tight.

***

The next time you had seen Jake after that, he was no longer watching.

He was staring.

Staring, with an intensity which had rivalled your own when you had first gotten to know Jake. When he had let your fingers trace with trepidation over the ridges and contours and planes of his face.

“Steven’s eyebrows are higher,” you had whispered, the pad of you sweeping over his brow. You had touched the corner of his mouth next. “Marc’s mouth is more drawn down, and Steven’s more pouty here.” You had traced the shape of his Cupid’s bow.

“What about me?” Jake had asked.

You had swept your finger down the length of his nose. “Your nose crinkles more when you smile. And your lip curls right up.”

You had learned him, but you hadn’t ever thought that he had needed to learn you. Weren’t you always the same? Always consistent?

Well… apparently not.

Jake had stepped up close to you, by the window, and, as you froze with shock, he had traced the pad of his thumb along the ridge of your cheekbone, following a curving path up and around your eye, like he was drawing a moon slice through settled dust. You felt shined where he touched you. New.

A weight had settled on his brow though. “You look different,” Jake had mused, fleeting his tongue along his lower lip.

You had tried to recall whether your clothes were out of the ordinary today. Whether you had done something different with your hair. “Do I?”

“The way you look at us,” Jake had gone on to say, something sorrowful buried deep in his eyes. “You look different. When you look at Marc. Or Steven. Or me.”

Your breath had hitched in your throat, as Jake had slowly traced his thumb along your jaw, his head titling to look at you more keenly. “H-how do I look at you?”

You had watched the lilting curve of his lips as they tipped up into a crescent smile. “Like you don’t love me.” His forefinger and thumb had come to grip your chin, and he had tilted your head in the opposite direction to his. “But like you want me.”

Your breath had stuttered from your mouth. “Jake,” you had suspired. You hadn’t known what he was asking you. Whether he had meant for you to start loving him or to stop wanting him. Maybe neither of those things. Maybe something else.

You didn’t know. All you knew was that he was making your head swim, and the only thing that made sense was when his body pressed up close against yours, and his kiss had sunk you.

He didn’t taste of strawberries at all.

He tasted of cherries.

“Do I scare you, cariño?” he had breathed against your cheek as he came up for air. As he felt your body trembling up against his.

“No, Jake. You don’t scare me.”

You had told him that, only so that he would kiss you again. So that he would not stop. You had told him you weren’t scared of him, but it had been a lie.

He did scare you. Not because of his blood-stained hands, or his reckless abandon. Not because of the way, when he kissed you, your middle opened up.

Not because of that.

But you couldn’t tell him why. Could never.

So, instead, you had let Jake fuck you with reckless abandon. Like a wolf at the mercy of its moon.

Afterwards, Jake had bundled you against his chest, his arm casually slung around you as he propped himself up against the headboard. He had reached into the bedside drawer for a lollipop, tearing off the wrapper with his teeth, and his lips settling around it with a pop.

“Jake?” you whispered uncertainly, against his smooth, bare chest.

“Sí?”

“I don’t want to sleep.”

“No?” he had asked, dipping his chin to get a better look at you, even if you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze.

“I… I don’t want you to disappear.” Your fingers had idly skimmed back and forth, over the same spot on his pec.

With a deep sigh, Jake had shifted his position, so that his fingers could hook beneath your chin, gently guiding your gaze towards him. “Then I’ll stay awake all night.” Your eyes had remained downcast, however, your fingers idly tracing the outline of the Magen David chain which pooled in the dip of his chest. “I’ll stay with you.”

“No. You won’t,” you had protested, fighting back some persistent tears.

“Maybe not. But I’ll try, cariño.” Your tears had spilled over on to your cheeks. You couldn’t hold them back. “Hey, what is it? Tell Jake. He’ll protect you, okay?”

“Not always,” you had croaked nonsensically. “Not from everything.”

“Sí. Sí,” Jake has insisted, smoothing his hands over your hair in the name of comfort; but you had known that his promise was a lie. That it was not so; because there was still one glaring reason that you were scared of him.

You were scared, because you loved him; and because you weren’t sure that he could ever love you back.

You must have been a fool, then; since you weren’t sure what else could have possessed you say it. What else could have driven you to lift your eyes up to meet Jake’s in that moment and to reveal all.

Maybe a part of you had seriously thought you would be able to hide it.

Maybe a part of you even believed he might say it back.

That he might truly be able to protect you, like he had tried to promise; even from himself.

Maybe you could have hidden it; except… Jake had learned you. You didn’t even have to say it out loud in the end - I love you - because you made the simple mistake of looking at him with love in your eyes. Love he had learned and could recognise played out on your face. You had looked at him how you looked at Marc. How you looked at Steven.

Marc had come first, and Steven had followed.

Khonshu would never love you.

And Jake?

You hadn’t known if he would ever get there, but you knew all too suddenly now that he was never coming. You had learned him too. Could read the emotions in his eyes.

He looked at you with fondness.

With apology.

He looked at you like he was scared.

He looked at you like he was the threat, and that there was one thing he could not protect you from.

He looked at you with those all too familiar eyes, no longer backlit with the glow of love.

And, that’s when his eyes had rolled back into his head.

That’s when a fog had cast itself like a murky shroud over his face, making him unreadable. That is, until someone else stepped up to front in his place.

By the time you saw the familiar pattern of animated eyebrows jumping up, the tears were already flowing down your cheeks. By the time you heard a soothing, British-accented voice wash over you, you were sobbing.

“Steven.”

“What is it? What’s wrong, love?” He had held you by the shoulders as you sat upright on the bed, your knees curled up to your chest. He had examined your face and body for clues of harm or injury, but found nothing. And so, he had simply shushed you and stroked you, and told you he loved you. Told you that when your words were ready, he would listen. Steven was perfect, but - even with Steven by your side - for a few moments, you had been inconsolable.

You had been so afraid that Jake wouldn’t feel the same. That your confession would push him away. And now, you supposed that you had been right to worry.

He was gone.

He was quick to take his leave of you.

He’d already had one foot out of the door since he met you, hadn’t he?

“You alright, love? A little bit better, eh?” Steven had finally soothed, when your crying had subsided to the occasional sniffle. “Let’s get you some hot chocolate and some tissues, shall we, sweetheart? Get you all sorted.”

“Mmm.” You had nodded.

Steven had tried his best to be reassuring, but he couldn’t hide the concern in his eyes. He couldn’t hide the way he peered intently into the shined saucepans on the shelf above the sink, face contorting as he listened. His jaw writhing with a rare anger - as though he was hearing something which upset him.

You wondered whether he was getting an earful from Jake or Marc, or both, but something was happening that he didn’t look altogether happy about.

Still, for you, Steven had pulled it together, and for once he made an effort to smooth out his face. To hide from you, only in order to take the edge off of his concern.

He had quietly set down the hot chocolate for you - extra marshmallows sprinkled carefully on the top. You had wished you could paint on a smile for him, but his gesture was so sweet that, if anything, it made you ache even more.

He flattened his hands, and smoothed them up and down your thighs, slow and steady. “Do you… do you want Marc, love?” he had asked softly. “He’ll know what to do. Yeah?”

You couldn’t speak, but Steven had understood your answer all too well when a fresh batch of tears spilled over on to your cheeks.

The next hands to reach for you had been the first.

Marc’s.

Through blurred, teary vision, you held your arms out to him, a pathetic sob cracking in your throat. “Heyyy, honey, c’mere,” he soothed, his voice deep and steady as he dragged you into his lap. “Come on.”

Marc was first.

And Marc was with you until the end.

Marc was all in.

“What’s got you so upset, baby? Jake… he… didn’t say it back?”

He knew then?

“I’m so sorry, Marc.”

“Wh-? Why, honey?”

“Because… because what I’m thinking isn’t fair.”

His brows had knitted together in that familiar way. And, Marc had pulled you back from him, his palm hugging your face like the curl of a crescent moon. You felt the warm glow of him bleed into your skin, and nothing but love shining in his eyes for you. “You can tell me.”

You sucked in a deep breath, your bottom lip and chin wobbling uncontrollably as you wrestled with it.

“I just… I feel like if Jake doesn’t…” your shoulders had heaved -partly in frustration with yourself- as you fought a sob, and Marc shushed and soothed you until your words came. “I… feel like it means there’s a part of you that doesn’t love me. That will always be trying to leave, and…” Your sobs were coming thick and fast, between every few words now, but even so Marc stuck with you. There was pain burning in his eyes because you were hurting, and because all of this hurt him too. “And - if - if Jake leaves?” You sucked in an ugly, wet breath, before blurting your last words out into Marc’s shoulder. “If he leaves, he takes everyone I love with him. He takes you.”

You had clung on to Marc as you sobbed, and you had held him like you never wanted to let him go. Like you wanted him for always. Marc was frozen against you for what seemed like an eternity, until he finally mobilised. And, when he did, he seemed oddly calm. Perfectly certain.

“Baby, come here,” Marc had croaked, and you had felt his own tears wetting your shirt as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. You had felt him warm and sturdy around you, gathering you up in his arms and dragging you to him with his hands. Breathing you in. Caressing you. Bundling you towards his chest. Squeezing you tight. “That’s what this is about? Baby. I got you. Come on.”

Marc took a hold of your hands and he stood, gently but determinedly guiding you over to the window. He had led you to it, and wrapped himself around you from behind, his strong arms enclosing you, and both your faces kissed by gentle moonlight as you gazed out over the expanse of chimney stacks and rooftops, the night sky a gentle backdrop to the hubbub of the nocturnal city.

“Look,” Marc had said, settling his hands on top of yours as his arms wound around your middle. He didn’t direct you, but you had known exactly where to look. To the sliver of moon carved out of the bleak sky like a tear through to another world. Tears continued to sluice down your cheeks, but you managed to subdue them. “The moon splits itself into pieces, right?” you had nodded. “Sometimes, it’s a little sliver you have to seek out. Sometimes, a huge bright face. Sometimes, you can’t see it at all. But when it’s each of those things, it’s never any less than whole. Not once. It just comes down to what you can see.”

It was them, he’d meant. Different faces of the one same moon. Never gone from your sky even when things went dark.

Marc had spun you around in the loop of his arms then, so that you could come to face him, his brows drawn down over his eyes, but a well of pale light shining within them as tears shimmied there. With the pad of his thumb, he had swiped your own from your cheek, a watery smile spreading over his face as he took your face in his hands. “I promise you this, baby. I promise you that I love you with everything I have. I promise I’ll protect you. Always. From everything. Okay?”

Overwhelmed with emotion and love, you had drawn Marc close and had kissed him. Kissed the salt tracks from his cheeks. Had kissed his mouth. His eyebrows. His jaw.

You had held him in your arms and you had swayed there together in the moonlight, dancing to silent music.

For a moment too, you had even believed him. Been convinced that you need not be scared - because Marc’s all in. Because Steven is too.

Indeed, as Marc had bundled you up on the couch, and you had sipped the hot chocolate Steven had lovingly made for you, in many ways, you’d felt like the luckiest person in the world.

But, whilst Marc was all in, you knew deep down that Jake was only ever moments away from walking out of that door.

And, if he ever left, you knew that he would take everything you couldn’t bear to let go of with him.

Everything you had wanted to hold on to.

You had told him you loved him, and he didn’t love you back.

Even with Marc in your arms, there were still so many reasons why that scared you.

Still though. You knew you had to hope.

After all; you were all in.

You loved them with everything you had, and you always will.

[oddballwriter]

Werewolf!Moon Boys SFW Headcanons

Warnings: body horror, nothing graphic but the idea of the shifting process between human and werewolf is considered a form of body horror. Otherwise, wholesome monster bf content.  

Author’s Snip: I'm making food for the monster fuckers/lovers because no one else is in this fandom does and so I have decided to make our meals because I can and someone's got to do it.

Notes: Shout out to @piecesofusboth for the inspo. You are so right that a moon boys werewolf au is so perfect. I'm ashamed that I hadn't thought about it sooner.

Also, shout out to the og @melodygatesauthor too and her vampire MK series The Dark Side of the Moon and vamp!moon boys HCs. She is one of the few who have been feeding us with both monster moon boys and some tidbits of Khonshu. She also has some vampire reader content so go see that as well. Go read it, it's banger stuff.

And if you want I also have a series of my own revolving around a (gender-neutral) vampire reader and the moon boys, so if you're interested it's called Dwelling in the Night.

Anyways, I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Living

So I envision that the boys live somewhere secluded in the woods so that they can transform without people seeing them and getting scared and also because being a werewolf in a city with nowhere to really run doesn't sound ideal

They all like it in their own ways.

Marc because he likes it because no one will see them or come across them when they're out

Steven because I think he'd just like the atmosphere because he seems like the type to like living in a nice cabin and reading when they aren't affected by the moon

Jake because it gives them somewhere to run around when they turn

It is a bit of a hassle though because sometimes if they turn in the house they scratch something up or leave fur everywhere that someone will have to clean up when the sun returns and they turn back to normal

Turning

Turning doesn't exactly feel good. Obviously, because their whole body structure is shifting and changing in a short amount of time

Marc

Marc will usually leave the house before the moon fully rises because he doesn't want anyone to see it, even if you are his partner and you know and accept it

He just doesn't want you to see it in case it actually scares you off despite you saying that you won't

Marc also isn't too sure what would happen either. I'm going off the idea that when they turn they sort of lose themselves and are a bit more animal-like but still somewhat themselves. So he doesn't remember everything that happens and he doesn't want to risk possibly hurting you

So Marc will leave to turn somewhere in the woods and do whatever during the night in his state of mind and being, knowing that before he fully turns back he will come back to the house. That or he passes out close by and walks the way back

Steven

Steven doesn't really like the whole 'being a werewolf' thing and is actually really scared and anxious whenever the full moon is coming up

He'll also make an attempt to leave before he turns, both to not potentially scare you and as to not make a mess in the house

I do think that he has a little bit more trust in both you and himself though

If he notices that he can recognize things while turned then he slightly tests out the theory that he might recognize you and not harm you

That's how he and the rest of the system find out that they can, in fact, recognize people and things even when in werewolf state and mind

Jake

I think Jake sticks to the no turning inside the house rule most of the time but I also like to think that he says that it's fine if you let him in the house so long as he's not like... tearing shit up

I feel like because the transformation can be stress-inducing, Jake will often be the one fronting while turning and being in their werewolf state, and maybe with being more experienced in being in that state he's just a little bit more there compared to Marc and Steven

Jake will still run around and get everything and anything out of their system while in their werewolf state, but he will actually let you join and be around with him when he's like this

Like usually Marc will tell you not to be near them and Steven will say that you can be with him so long as he's not showing any potential of hurting you, but Jake outright says that you're good to be with him and walk with him around if you want

Aftercare

Turning back to normal is just as exhausting and takes out a lot from them, so you need to take care of them when the sun starts coming back and their body starts shifting back

Marc sometimes passes out before making it back home, and I like to think that he feels cared for when you do the effort to wake up extra early to go find him and bring him back home

He doesn't ask for much, just that you help him clean himself up and lay down

Steven is more aware of time and will be able to make it back and will make an effort to come back in just before exhaustion takes him

Just try and pick him up and carry him to a hot bath to help soothe his sore limbs and lay him in bed so that he can rest comfortably

Jake for the most part just wants you to be there while he shifts back

It might not be a whole lot but having you there gently shushing him feels nice to him. Afterwards, you can help him to bed

[fromasgardandback]

Relationship Types // Moon Knight Men Headcanons

masterlist | oneshots

Marc

i think Marc is a soft and quiet lover

like he isn’t open with his emotions and thoughts, but as he gets more comfortable with you, he opens his heart and mind

this man has been through some serious shit in his life, so as a partner he needs someone who can be that stronghold for him

when he comes home from work and he just needs to hold you, you’re there

when he’s going through these emotions about his past, you’re there to listen and just be there for comfort and acknowledgment that he’s going to be ok

wholeheartedly, Marc is a cinnamon roll when no one else is around

he may have this tough exterior to him, but when he gets drunk he karaoke sings David Bowie and yes it is Ziggy Stardust

you fell for Marc so hard and even in dark moments you stood by him because nothing is too hard for the man you love

date nights are a must and it has to be at least once a month, if not more when you both could

cuddles are a must at night, even with his night terrors he’d hold you closer

the best part is that not even Khonshu could break you up, and that means a lot

Steven

i think we all know that out of all three of them, Steven is the softest and shyest

he makes it known to you how much he appreciates, loves, and cares for you and all you do for him

you help him with his nightmares, night terrors, PTSD, trauma, and other things he deals with but doesn't mention as much

you cook/bake him comfort foods and treats when you know he’s going through it

Steven deeply loved you for being his other half to build him back together, and you loved him just as much for being the missing piece you needed

you brought out Steven’s extroverted side by going out on dates more, having more adventures, different museums, and traveling to different countries

don't get it wrong, Steven is a homebody through and through, but he wouldn't pass up the opportunity to be with you anywhere

most nights were cuddles in bed and talking

mornings were you favorite though. you’d wake up with him early, climb out onto the balcony with coffee/tea and watch the morning sunrise

soft and gentle moments together is what both of you craved and needed

Khonshu never had a hold on Steven and even if he could, he wouldn’t let it affect your relationship

Jake

and this man… he is the most passionate and affectionate

little pet names, nicknames, and cute words spoken between you two were common

Jake rarely called you by your name, but replaced it with ‘mi princesa’, ‘mi amor’, and ‘mi corazon’

he would make it a priority to be home most nights to be with you, cooking dinner together, being together

when the days he was away from home, you’d send him photos and voice memos to get him through his trip, with him doing the same

there wasn’t a time where Jake wasn’t thinking of you, naughty and nice

even though he can be hypersexual, you’ve calmed him down in that energy

you helped him become domestic and more of a homebody than just someone who sits quietly in the corner of a dark room doing nothing

he laughs and smiles more because of you, he’s happier because of you

your relationship is something other people on the street envy, which is a good feeling to know that others want your kind of love

even though Khonshu is in his life, Jake would never let him anywhere near you

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[tiptapricot]

Wanted to do some MCU MK sys ship dynamic headcanons since I care ab them a lot n wanted to put a bit of my thoughts out! I’m not part of a system myself but have tried to look into/discuss/etc. the ways romances between headmates can occur and play out, but if anyone has input, additions, anything like that, that is more than welcome :-)

To start off, some ideas on jakesteven!

Jake’s always watched from afar, and I think that’s how affection for Steven grew initially

He’s been aware of him since they were younger, but the only interaction he was able to get was indirect things, like seeing new books appear on the shelves, or finding drawings, or being close to front when Steven was babbling to his captive audience of action figures about the new pieces of history he’d learned

When they grow older, it’s similar

Steven becomes less active for awhile in the middle, specifically during their military and mercenary years, and it makes Jake realize how much he relied on knowing he was there to keep grounded, to not let weariness overtake him

Knowing there’s light somewhere helps the dark seem less all consuming

But then Steven surfaces again when Marc moves to London with Layla, and it’s like a breath of fresh air

Jake watches the apartment grow, watches it become a home, filled with books and snacks and decorations and all of Steven’s little quirks (he only sits on a few chairs, covers his couches with reading material, leaves his cereal bowls out, collects maps like there’s no tomorrow)

And Jake watches. He steps through Steven’s life and admires it. He flips through the beginning of books he’s bookmarked, puts his dishes away, and whistles tunes to himself as sun filters in through the slanted windows

He starts getting little gifts for him now and then, too. It’s not even intentional at first, exactly. It begins when he sees a little Egypt postcard on one of his reconnaissance outings for Marc’s missions, and he picks it up, and leaves it by Steven’s door with a little scrawled note from a mystery neighbor

The next time he finds himself in front in the flat, the card is hanging up among the others with a fancy themed push pin, and it makes Jake smile

He ends up getting more

He hides them in the flat or puts them in a box by the door with some sender Steven will write off, and he watches as they make their home among the rest (they aren’t like Marc’s, he’s not hiding behind a memory)

It’s a way to make Steven feel safe, in a way. To make Jake feel like his presence is known in reassurance. And also just because he cares about their shared happiness, and Steven is part of that.

When he goes out, to do Khonshu’s dirty work, to be the silent informant for his fist of vengeance, he makes sure to keep Steven wrapped up safe and deep in the headspace where he won’t so much as think

Steven becomes a focus, something to protect and to keep Jake on his feet. It’s sort of part of his job anyway, but making it more solid and conscious helps him to take better steps for it, to be more aware of when they’re off balance or Steven is unregulated.

It’s easier to do that for him than Marc. Marc is easy to resent, to get frustrated at. Jake has a bitterness for being ignored, and for Marc’s treatment of the body over the years, and so he leans more towards Steven, takes more of an active interest because it takes less energy. He still cares for Marc, of course he does, he doesn’t hate him, but he’s just… tired. He’s tired of having to pick up after him all the time with no real recognition, and without getting to work the issues with their dynamic out directly

Romance, additionally, is strange for Jake. It doesn’t come easy, it’s not something he thinks about, it’s not a need for him, and he’s never really felt it before, so doesn’t know how he would (the aroace spectrum is strange, and he wouldn’t know how to define it if it happened)

A mix of that and his feelings on Marc I think cause him to initially fall in love with the… idea of Steven, with the concept of a relationship that’s not quite there

He’ll come back to the flat after a long day and absentmindedly chat with Gus or to the flat (“Marc got us in a pretty tight situation today Steven. Can you believe him? Had to save our ass again.”), and smile at the big research paper spread over his desk, or at a new set of additions written neatly in the margins of his most recent book

Sometimes Steven is kind of there, to talk to and to listen, but it’s a blurry in between state where he’s not really Seeing Jake, not really talking to him. Their brain’s just a bit melty and Jake seeking companionship thins lines and walls

When Jake’s close enough to front to be aware of what’s going on, he likes listening to Steven talk. He’ll relay the stories to Gena like he was there for them, and when she gives him extra takeout, he’ll squirrel them away in Steven’s fridge to surprise him later

Steven talks to himself a lot, narrates things, asks questions to no one

Sometimes Jake answers, pretends like Steven’s talking to him, and sometimes he is. Steven will chatter to himself, and to someone else, he just doesn’t realize it, doesn’t realize the thoughts of an imagined conversation are in someone else’s voice, but it’s still there. Connections before he’s aware of them, a comfort of someone else’s presence behind his eyes that Steven can’t really put words to.

And it feels nice… Steven is someone to Jake (and he is to Steven, though more in the negative space and the twinge of a person)

When Jake notices Steven’s interest in Dylan he… part of him squeezes, because seeing Steven wish for that connection is something he knows so well, so achingly well, and so he gets an idea

He wants Steven to be happy, wants to give him this moment, and so he asks Dylan out for him, sets the whole thing up

And it is about making Steven happy, but maybe it’s also about the idea of… of getting to answer the questions Dylan asks him, and hearing Steven laugh, and feeling Dylan’s hand touch theirs, and pretending it’s him there instead

It would be the closest he’d ever get to that, after all

The date doesn’t happen, of course. But Cairo does, and everything else that comes with it

By the time Jake and Steven actually connect, by the time they stand face to face in a corner of their mind, it has been so so long

And Steven looks at him as a stranger, as someone he doesn’t know and could even fear (initially), but there’s also a familiarity there. Steven recognizes parts of Jake—the voice, the color, the vibe—and there’s a warmth he understands even if it’s out of focus

Jake looks at Steven in return and he sees all the details of his life that he experienced secondhand, sees the joy of his interests, and the knowledge of which foods he favors, and Steven may not know that in return but there isn’t hostility. There’s curiosity

It’s new territory overall, all of them trying to communicate, to actually function as a team instead of disjointed actors in their own life

Marc is wary, Jake is tired, Steven is frustrated to be caught between them

But they move forward, and learn about each other

Steven seeks Jake out the most. He wants to know who he is, wants to understand him, and wants to make him feel welcomed in their brain

He sure understands what it’s like to be outside of things, to not really feel like he belongs, and he doesn’t want Jake to feel the same

On Jake’s end, it’s a lot to process

There’s an aspect to all of it, of Steven and his feelings for Steven, becoming real, of that connection and dynamic feeling more solid and possible and there, and Jake bristles back from it

Because it’s different when it’s solid, it’s different when a concept becomes reality. He doesn’t know if he’ll like a relationship for real or if he’ll be worth it to the other person

He doesn’t want to be intimidating, and so some of Jake’s affection pulls back. He still cares for Steven, of course he does, but romance settles to a lower hum

He gets quieter, hovering and trying to stay out of the way still, but Steven reaches out and pokes and prods at him, his spirit of investigation and exploration never ceasing, and slowly, Jake opens up

Somedays he’ll be driving his cab when there’s a push of phantom touch on his shoulders, like Steven’s looking over from the back, and Steven will pop a question about where they’re going and what they’re doing

Others, Jake comes into the body to find his gloves rolled up nicely on the counter, or a few bottles of different leather polish sitting in a paper bag on the dining table, a little sticky note with “Hope one of these works for you!” hanging off a handle

In return, afternoons will find Steven walking around his favorite circuit of stores and little shops, only to find himself hesitating and going in a different direction, ending up at a hole in the wall bookstore he’s never seen with a flash of Jake’s smile behind his eyes

Jake gets them better shampoo, and Steven spends a whole shower enjoying the smell of it and the way it makes their skin feel, only to tease Jake later about ruining their hair with his hat

Steven finds care in gifts and attention, and Jake finds care in actions that show the other is known

They begin talking about history, either while cocon or through notes and books, sharing the different types they both find fascinating

Jake’s into car’s and cities, maps and urban culture, and Steven’s never died down on Egyptology and ancient myths and societies, and they help fuel each other’s joy

Steven tries to tell Marc it’s worth it, that Jake is not some new obstacle to overcome but a new connection to be made, but it’s still slow there. Marc is stubborn and has his own deep issues that will take longer to unravel

But that doesn’t discourage Steven. He and Jake enjoy each other’s company. It’s a balance of calmness and energy, ease and excitement

And this time, Jake falls in love with Steven, right there, for real, and Steven falls too

Or maybe a trip and a soft landing is a better way to describe it. Not a hard shift, just an… evolution. Small things taking on new meaning

One glove removed, hands numb and strange as they push their fingers together. Rubbing the thumb, floating with each other

Notes signed with more affectionate names, scrawled with “take care of yourself and the body today, do something nice, love you!”

Flowers left on the dinner table, chocolates in the glove box

They dream of pressing their foreheads together and hugging tight one night, and Steven wakes up with a vague memory of the scratch of a mustache on his lips

They find a lot in each other

Jake, for Steven, is a tether and a grounding rod. A solid presence to reach for when he’s overwhelmed or scared, when he’s too caught in a rush of thoughts or isn’t sure what to do

Jake calms him down and reminds him of basics, of breathing and eating and sleeping. He also introduces (and reintroduces in some cases) Steven to new experiences

He opens up when Steven finds an interest in exploring makeup and presentation, helping him learn the movements, the balance, and to experiment with what he likes. He also makes sure to take them out to hit Latin American food joints all around London on different date nights, helping Steven discover/remember old flavors, and to bring him further into their community

Steven is the one in return to help Jake slow down and lean on others more often, to savor things. He pulls him into activities at home and encourages him to help them meet new people as often as he pushes for lazy days to recover spoons. Jake’s not not social, but he doesn’t like expanding outside of his Trusted people, and it can be hard to get him to sometimes, but Steven helps

Steven’s also a good buffer against Khonshu. Jake is steadfast on many boundaries, but still lets himself be run ragged in others, pushing himself when he doesn’t need to. Steven scolds him for it, and always reminds Jake of his own autonomy and reality and weight.

One night, on a case, Steven finds himself pulled forward only to come to front in the middle of a fight, the Mr Knight suit snapping imperfectly around his knuckles. He can feel a burst of panic in their gut, and Jake’s outline shaking a bit too far out of reach. He flexes their fingers into fists only to feel wetness sticking to their palms, glancing up to see a dog-man with the shreds of Jake’s gloves in its teeth. Steven feels a flash of anger swell in his chest, and takes it down roughly

He nabs the gloves from the creature’s mouth when he’s done, not worrying about subduing it or about how damaged the gloves may be, and gets them into Jake’s car after a bit of wandering around to find it

Up on the building tops Khonshu watches, words of “Look at how soft you have made him, Worm,” and “Pathetic” pressing into their skull as Steven twists the key and feels the engine revv to life

“I’ve already engaged in animal cruelty once today, Khonshu, don’t make me do it again,” Steven bites back

He drives them home, gets them inside, and washes their shivering hands in the sink until they’re dry and clean and no bad sensations grit against their fingernails. Then Steven wraps them in a blanket, grabs some thread, and puts on an old telenovela

Jake settles slowly over the next few hours, but not anywhere solid before they sleep. When he fronts next it’s been a few days since he was out at all, and he finds his gloves sitting rolled up on the counter again, messy but tight stitching closing up the sides

He smiles, and feels a very tender part of him twist

They aren’t together all the time. Steven and Jake can interact in headspace now and then, but every day is different for what Works, and they can’t really Plan to cofront even if they can try positive triggers or Jake pulling Steven forward. It’s just not always where their brain is

But they adjust how they can. Takeout to reheat from a good night so the other can taste it later, taped shows, half finished craft projects for the other to complete, books they can both annotate in their own colors of pen and highlighter, etc.

They make an easy, warm, weight for each other, like a gas station cup of coffee settled on the cover of a paperback, and it’s good for them. It’s really, really good

(MarcJake)

[girlwithwolftatoo]

hc of how the moon boys would be with a harley quinn type of s/o. like she is really sweet and kind when she is with them, but is also extremely chaotic and kinda be seen as a morally grey character. she always means well but she just has a very sad and traumatic upbringing.

(Please read the following headcanon listening to Gangsta by Kehlani because -yes)

Jake Lockley:

*You're too naïve for this world if you think he didn't get a hard on the first time he saw you break a guy's skull with the cricket bat of Steven.

*Night missions as the fist of Khonshu had turned funnier since he discovered your dark side. He loves driving through London and near locations to kick asses and take names with you as his perfect partner in crime.

*Jake feels he can be himself without masks for you'll accept him as he is, even in his most unhinged form. It's not that he couldn't reach that trust level with a "more-average" partner, but he knows there's something in him that can be labelled as "monstrous", and to him, the fact that you can embrace chaos is a signal of safe place.

*Dark-romantic is the way we can describe your relationship. You could either dance in the same club were you just did a carnage spree like two teenagers at their prom, or make out right next to the corpse of a criminal head (not literally) while listening to Paul Anka's "Your head on my shoulder".

*You're the perfect match for him, that's how Jake perceives you. He's so comfortable around you he may even do some crazy little things like, dunno, giving you the ring of a mafia boss he threw off a building the last week because "emerald and gold fits you well" or even worse... going for a tattoo of something related to you.

Marc Spector:

*He's lethal and thug because he has to, not by choice nor self indulgence. The fact that you're so sweet and kind gives him both the hope of finally living a normal life and the fear of getting you into troubles...

*Or that's the main worry until he sees how you break some dude's teeth with a single punch before jumping and landing on his right arm with all your strenght. Now he's like "WTF where's my cherry pie (Y/N)?"

*I'm sorry but Marc can't help but make some inner comparisons between you and Layla. The main difference is you act and feel intense. You greet him with a big hug and giving him smooches before telling him the dinner awaits, but when things get hard Marc knows you won't only fight, but enjoy every second of it, which is... slightly disturbing but fascinating.

*Sometimes he's worried you like a little too much the missions. He knows what a real blood-thirsty is like, and the idea of you turning into someone like that is something he cannot tolerate, so usually he's the one who must contain you.

*But by the same reason, Marc knows you're not like that because you like it. And slow but surely he listens to your life story and the kind of stuff you've been through, and he can emphatize with you. Ultimately you are a healing support for each other, and you lick each other's proverbial wounds and feel the world still has place for love and peace.

Steven Grant:

*You've been dating for some weeks now and he's getting used to your attitudes. You pointed acidly at the waiter Steven asked for a chicken free salad? Well, that's kind of you. You yelled at some kids on the street for harrasing a poor dog? Hey, he would do the same. You kicked someone's crotch after some dirty words? That's fair enough.

*Did you break a burglar's nose with your head and then proceeded to hurt his ears with a slap and, while they were on the floor, you finished with a K.O kick? Okay, that's a little... brutal, but he's surprised. Very surprised.

*The first time you meet him in his Mr. Knight suit you're so happy ("Steven, dear, you're a superhero! No, better than that... a super-vigilante!") you join without hesitation. At first he'll do his best to protect you, but dear, you're more than up for some hand throwing.

*Steven cannot choose if he's scared or intrigued by that crazy side of you. Yes, he despises violence, but he also knows you must respond when someone is bothering you. And your response level tends to be... high, very high, and it's worrying but once carnage is over you turn back to be the soft little dove he loves.

*One day, he may directly ask what's the deal with that. Knowing about the things that made you being like this is sad, for Steven is the most emphatetic of the Moon boys. He'll give you the comprehension, patience and words you needed, and you'll know from then he's the one, you wouldn't never drop sweet Steven of the gift shop for anything or anyone in the world.

[itsactuallywhitewolf]

I know you did a tom boy!reader headcanon, but could you do something on the flip side like a hyper femme reader with marc spector + steven grant. Like maybe she's kinda a bimbo but strong and can protect herself.

I had so many thoughts about this after writing the headcanon about the tomboy!reader, too! I'm so glad you asked, now here's a whole list of how I think Steven/Marc/Jake would be like with a femme!reader

I already mentioned in the other ask that Marc would most likely be a little overwhelmed by a femme significant other

not because of how you are as a person, no, he loves you, you were amazing, his light in the darkness, but more because you own so. many. things. (yes, we'll go with material gurl energy😌💅🏻)

Steven's apartment was already cramped enough and when you moved in, well, let's say there wasn't much space left...

clothes, accesoires, make up, shoes, bags, and so much more stuff poor Marc couldn't keep up with

if you'd ask him where a certain object is the man would simply stop working because he for the god of love doesn't know where anything is, let alone his own stuff

but he LOVES how you are somehow so organized within all the mess? if you know what i mean?

he'd love how you'd dress up for dates, your outfit and makeup on point every single time

"Y/N, are you ready? We're gonna be late!" - And when you'd step out of the bathroom after finishing you hair and makeup, looking all dolled, up his jaw would just drop to the floor

in that moment he'd rather like to cancel date night and just pull you into the bedroom with him

he's such a simp for you

but not as much as Stephen would be

oh Stephen

that man would WORSHIP THE EARTH YOU WALKED ON OKAY?

once he even asked Khonshu if he was able to change the weather only so he could see you wearing one of you pretty sundresses

he would watch you put on mascara and would be awestruck

if you'd scratch his head with your freshly manicured nails and he would nearly have a stroke

and if you'd ever come home from a shopping spree and show him the new set of lingerie you bought that day he'd simply pass away on the spot

i'm not saying that Stephen would prefer a femme! significant other, but the man's just fascinated by everything feminine and loves when you do it

one of the things he'd love most is when you would wear one of those silk nightgowns to bed, legs bare and soft against his skin

poor Stevie would have a hard time containing himself around you

you are the most beautiful person he'd ever met, kind hearted and sweet, and a soul of pure sunshine, he still wonders how on earth you ended up with him

he'd do anything for you, he's just down that bad for you

and then there was Jake

Jake fucking Lockley

okay so listen

you'd think Jake would be annoyed by all that feminine stuff and so on

but the man is just a different kind of breed

out of all the three he would be the one that loved you being a hyper femme the most

he adored it

you put on a new perfume? he would be glued onto you, inhaling your scent and kissing your neck for hours

he would even paint your nails, sometimes even putting some nail polish on his own

he would take you out to the fanciest places, treating you like royalty

to him, you were more than a million dollars

Jake brought out the more elegant but also more sexy part in you

if Jake saw you wearing high heel stilettos, he'd go feral, urging you to the closest place where you'd have some sort of privacy to show you what you do to him

and you couldn't complain, to be honest

all three of them would love you and your femme side, not ever complaining about it or so, they accepted you the way you are and love all parts of you, be it from the outside or the inside🤍

y'all can send in more thoughts/ asks/ headcanons if you want!

[wayward-persephone]

I love your work holy shit! Do you have any headcanons about Arthur Harrow manipulating you to be his little omega?? He smells your scent for the first time and goes weak for a moment then seeks you out and kind of tricking you into marriage

OMG thank you so much Nonnie 💙💙😘😘

And YES! I love the A/B/O AU 😩👌

Okay listen...I just know that there is darkness inside that man. He even admitted to liking hurting people for Khonshu so I can absolutely see him doing this.

He would be all respectful courting and sweet smiles with gentle touches, but he would definitely be using his own scent and presence to sway your inner Omega. Would stay close to you as much as possible so you would be enveloped in his Alpha scent, would let you borrow his sweaters when you get cold so you would be covered in his scent so you are surrounded by him 24/7, and would even trail his fingertips across your scent glands on your throat in an almost teasing way whenever he's hugging you or cupping your face.

He would ban other Alphas from going near you, secretly of course, and would even kick them out of the cult if he sees them with you. It's almost known by everybody that you are 'his' even though you remain oblivious.

Arthur will make sure to do everything he can to make you his and he won't stop until his mark is on your neck and your pussy full of his come 😌

[starryevermore]

starrysleepvoer: a 4k follower celebration

you’ve been invited to kayla’s 4k follower celebration sleepover! where is it? right in my askbox! when is it? it’s from SAT, JULY 9, 2022 at 5:00pm EST - FRI, JULY 15, 2022 at 5:00pm EST! what does this entail? keep reading to find out!

note: if you are asking for multiple things, PLEASE send each request in individual asks!

note 2: you can go ahead and start sending things in! however, nothing will be answered until 07/09/22 at 5:00PM. 

🥃 blurbs

got an idea for something you want me to write? send in a “🥃” emoji + a prompt (from the list provided or something of your own creation) + the character(s) and i’ll write it for you!

i no longer write rpf, so please only send in characters. the characters you can pick from are as follows:

mcu characters: bucky barnes, sam wilson, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, peter parker, steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley, khonshu, layla el-faouly, kate bishop. 

seb stan characters: bucky barnes, charles blackwood, lance tucker, lee bodecker, jefferson/mad hatter, nick fowler, steve kemp. 

cevans characters: steve rogers, ransom drysdale, ari levinson, robert pronge/mr. freezy, frank adler, jake jensen, curtis everett, lloyd hansen. 

oscar isaac characters: steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley, poe dameron, nathan bateman, jonathan levy, santiago garcia. 

pedro pascal characters: din djarin, frankie morales, javi gutierrez. 

star wars characters: poe dameron, obi-wan kenobi, luke skywalker, din djarin.

if there is a character you would like me to write that does not fall within this list, please send an ask or message beforehand to see if i'm okay with that character. 

i write angst, fluff, smut, and dark fics. if you have a preference for what the blurb will be, please specify in your ask. 

standard request faq information does still apply. 

prompt list

🍷 what if...? 

have you ever read a fic of mind and thought “hmm...i wonder what would happen if xyz had happened instead? well here’s the time to find out! send in an “🍷” + the fic (series, oneshot, blurb—whatever!) + your scenario and i’ll cook up a blurb or headcanon for you! 

any oneshot or blurb is up for grabs. 

the following series can be discussed: let my guard down (bucky), traitor (bucky/steve), remember me (bucky/nat), the wolf and the mouse (bucky/nick), she gets the flowers (steve/ransom), holding her heart (lee/ari), let’s ride (ari), and ever after (multiple).

🍹 moodboards

if you would like a moodboard, send in a “🍹” emoji + a concept (ex. bookstore date, stargazing, etc.)

🍸 mini games

send in a “🍸” plus any game you would like me to play. games include but are not limited to:

fmk (which may become fuck/marry/kiss if i can’t kill anyone)

would you rather

this or that

top 5

🍾 writing ask games

wanna ask me about my writing? here’s the chance! send in a “🍾” + a question of your choice or a question from the prompt lists! 

if you send a question from any of the lists, please copy and paste the question in full OR provide the list letter provided below + the number/letter from the list itself. 

list a 🫧 list b 🫧 list c 🫧 list d

🥂 chat with me

got something you wanna rant about? something good happen in your life? wanna just chat about your day? send in a “🥂” emoji + whatever’s on your mind! 

no pressure tags: @golbrockstar @xplrvibes @annab-nana @randomcinnamonpumpkinspice @jakelcckley @purpleshallot @winterbaebucky @tumblin-theworldaway @blackwidownat2814 @the-infamous-coat-of-baron-zemo​ 

[gatorbites-imagines]

Masterlist 1

Emoji Guide

Dark themes = 🖤

Smut = ❤️

Find masterlist 2 here

Marvel

-Steve Rogers

An understanding between artists

Steve is in love with the male reader and outed

Police officer Steve Rogers x male reader

-Bucky Barnes

Werewolf Bucky x vampire male reader

“Can you please come get me?” drabble

“You’re gonna be okay, baby, just breathe. It’s all going to be fine.” Drabble

Bucky Barnes with a male reader who has a prosthetic arm

Bucky Barnes with a male reader who likes pastel and sanrio

-Poly Stucky

Relaxing on a snowy morning part 1

A snowy evening (Relaxing on a snowy morning part 2)

Party of one, two, three? (ftm reader) part 1

Party of one, two, three? (ftm reader) part 2

Poly Stucky x shapeshifter male reader who turns into a wolf pup

-Tony Stark

Tony Stark x Ftm teen reader

Tony Stark x top rival male reader

-Loki Laufeyson

Loki x Tank/Healer male reader

-Moon Knight (Marc, Steven and Jake)

Marc and Steven being comforted by the reader after being yelled at

Shower fun with Marc❤️

Khonshu x ftm reader

Steven Grant x Monster/Non human male reader

Sub Jake Lockley x Dom male reader (scent and Collar)❤️

Jake Lockley x ftm reader❤️

Sub Jake Lockey x Dom reader, Alleyway❤️

Moonboys with male reader who says the safeword

Moonboys x ftm reader who was harrassed for being gay and trans

Moonboys with a flirty male reader and how he flusters them

Moonboys with a tall and buff male reader

Steven Grant venting to his boyfriend

-multiple

Nine realm headcanons

Bucky and Loki x Oblivious male reader

Avengers forgetting about your anniversary

Marvel x Eldritch horror male reader

Marvel Characters reacting to reader suprise hugging them

Dc

-Dick Grayson

Lazy-day

Dick Grayson x male reader meeting at a gala part 1

Dick Grayson x Male reader meeting at a gala part 2

Dick Grayson x male reader, undercover❤️

Dick Grayson x ftm reader who is dysphoric

Dick Grayson x Possesive dom male reader❤️

Dick Grayson x former circus performer male reader

Dick Grayson nsfw alphabet❤️

Dick Grayson with a ftm reader whos been deadnamed and misgendered on purpose

Dick Grayson being brought into subspace by the reader with sparring❤️(ish?)

-Jason Todd

Sub Jason Todd x Dom Older vigilante male reader❤️

Sub Jason Todd x Dom Older vigilante male reader part 2❤️

Sub Jason Todd x Dom male reader, desperate for each others touch❤️

Jason Todd nsfw alphabet❤️

Jason Todd being insecure about his appearence with an artist reader

Jason having flashbacks as the reader stitches him up

Jason with a male reader whos older and is like his sugar daddy ❤️

-Tim Drake

Tim Drake trying to flirt with a Tiefling reader but he has no idea how

-Damian Wayne

Damian Wayne and speedster male reader who he hates but starts to like

-Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne nsfw alphabet❤️

-Klarion

Klarion x young justice hero male reader

-Edward Nashton/The Riddler (2022)

Reader comforts Edward when hes working

Edward and the reader are obsessed with each other

Edward x male reader whos a huge romantic

Reader tries to figure out who the Riddler is part 1

Reader tries to figure out who the Riddler is part 2🖤

Top Edward x Bottom male reader, who met at Arkham❤️

-Bruce Wayne/Batman (2022)

Bruce x Male reader who is big and intimidating, but a softy

Bruce x Detective male reader

Sub Bruce x dom male reader❤️

-Hal Jordan

Hal Jordan nsfw alphabet❤️

Ftm Hal Jordan with a Ftm reader ❤️

Hal Jordan with subspace, edging under a weighted blanket ❤️

Hal Jordan and the reader having enough of him putting himself down ❤️

-Barry Allen

Barry Allen nsfw alphabet❤️

-Wally West

Bottom Wally West x Top Kryptonian male reader❤️

-Clark Kent

Clark Kent nsfw alphabet❤️

yandere Clark Kent nsfw alphabet ❤️

-Conner Kent/Kon-el

Conner Kent/Kon-el with a ftm reader

Conner Kent/Kon-el nsfw alphabet ❤️

Conner Kent/Kon-el loving the readers scent and stealing their hoodies

Conner Kent/Kon-el x kryptonian male reader ❤️

Conner kent/Kon-el cuddling with the reader for the first time

-Kaldur'ahm  

Kaldur'ahm x alien male reader

-Joker

Joker x ftm reader

Ledger!Joker taking care of the sick reader

-multiple

Batson headcanons

Batsons x ftm reader

Batsons x Himbo ftm reader

Batfam x Unlucky male reader part 1

Batfam x Unlucky male reader part 2

Batfam x Unlucky male reader part 3

Batman/fam being determined to adopt a criminal/vigilante reader

Batboys throwing eachother around as bonding

DC characters and what kind of yandere i think they would be

Batsons with an autistic reader who mirrors them

The Boys

-Homelander/John Gillman

Homelander being spanked by dom reader ❤️

Fight Club

-Tyler Durden and the Narrator

The Narrator is extremely in love with the male reader who also catches Tylers attention

Slashers

-Billy Lenz

Billy Lenz x male reader headcanons

-Poly Ghostface

Handsome Devil part 1 (slasher male reader)🖤

Handsome devil part 2 (slasher male reader)🖤

Poly ghostface x himbo reader part 1

Poly ghostface x himbo reader part 2

Poly ghostface x autistic male reader

Poly ghsotface with a reader whos in denial about their sexuality

Poly ghostface x metalhead reader with a personality similar to Stu

Poly ghostface x reader whos fascinated by gore and blood

-Brahms Heelshire

Brahms Heelshire x protective male reader

Brahms Heelshire being comforted by male reader

Cuddling Brahms after a rough day

-Michael Myers

Michael Myers x himbo reader

Yandere Corey Cunningham and Michael Myers x male reader

Michael Myers with a voice kink ❤️

-Thomas Hewitt

Thomas Hewitt sfw alphabet

-Corey Cunningham

Corey Cunningham x slasher male reader who replaces Michael 🖤

Yandere Corey Cunningham and Michael Myers x male reader

Corey Cunningham comforting an overstimulated reader

-multiple

Slashers x male reader who is insecure about their thighs

Slashers with an s/o who vapes

Slashers and a weirdly strong male reader who keeps beating them

Slashers being given a flowercrown

Michael Myers and Brahms Heelshire with petplay

Jason Voorhees and Pyramid head with violent hide and seek

Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers and Pyramid head Proposing

Dead by Daylight

-Evan Macmillan (The Trapper)

Evan Macmillan sfw and nsfw alphabet❤️

-multiple

Frank Morrison and Danny “Jed Olsen” Johsen with a s/o whos built like a brick house

Evan Macmillan, Jason Voorhees and Bubba sawyer bottoming for the first time

Star Wars

-Din Djarin

Keldabe

Din x Tall tanker male reader who is secretly a softy

Din Djarin x Flirty bounty hunter male reader

Din Djarin x Stoic male reader

Din Djarin nsfw alphabet❤️

-Poly Bobadin

Riduur

-Anakin Skywalker

Anakin skywalker x ftm reader

Padawan Anakin Skywalker x Touchy male reader

Anakin comforting reader who was tortured and has night terrors

Anakin x Jedi male reader who is Plo Koons padawan

Sub Anakin x Dom male reader who is scared of intimacy, plus handcuffs❤️

Anakin with a ftm reader who has dysphoria

Padawan Anakin and a father figure male reader who falls in love with Shmi

-Luke Skywalker

Luke Skywalker x Shapeshifter male reader

-multiple

Clonetroopers x ftm reader

Anakin, Darth Vader, Obi wan and Cody, overall headcanons

Deaged star wars ocs

Fnaf

-Montgomery Gator

Vending Machine Mechanic

Monty x tiny male reader

-multiple

How the security breach cast would help the reader instead of freddy

Security breach cast x animatronic male reader

Harry Potter

-George Weasley

George Weasley x slythering male reader

Solo Leveling

-Sung Jin Woo

Sung Jin Woo x childhood friend male reader

One punch man

-multiple

Saitama and Genos relationship headcanons

Pokemon

-Guzma

Guzma with a stoic reader who has a centiskortch

-multiple

Team star bosses with a reader who is the leader and a psychic type user

Rick and Morty

-Rick Sanchez

Rick Sanchez (C-137) being flirted with

Rick Sanchez (C-137) with a ftm reader with autism

Call of Duty

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost with a short male reader who is underestimated because of his height

Ghost with knifeplay ❤️

Ghost with knifeplay part 2 (theres actually no knives in this one)

Ghost with a reader whos bigger and scarier than himself

-Multiple

Call of Duty characters being fucked while being interrogated ❤️

Alejandro, Soap and König with a tall feminine male reader

Ghost and Soap with a himbo reader who is submissive and breedable ❤️

John, Alejandro,Gaz and König finding their partner asleep with animals.

Soap, Ghost, Rudy and König with a partner on the autism spectrum who copies their accent

Rudy, Alejandro and Price as biology teachers

Rudy, Alejandro and Price with an s/o whos a biology teacher

141 with a male reader who owns a huge wolf

Alejandro, Rudy and Soap with a flirty reader who speaks multiple languages

Ghost and König with a big chested male reader

Call of duty characters with a reader whos tongue tied and fumbles to speak

How the team reacts to ghost having a husband with colored hair and stretched ears

Ghost, Price, Alejandro, König, Gaz and Rudy with a male reader with long hair

141 with an older reader who still moves like a 20 year old they gush over

Cod characters with a male reader who has thick thighs and stretch marks

Cod characters reacting to meeting Prices husband

Cod characters with a male reader with a very low spice tolerance

[bandagedknight]

“There’s chaos in you.”

► GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME & ALIAS: marc spector / steven grant / jake lockley / moon knight CURRENT TEAM(S): none AGE: 37 GENDER IDENTITY: cisgender male SEXUALITY:  unconfirmed NATIONALITY:  american ETHNICITY: cuban/guatemalan MULTIVERSAL ORIGIN: earth-19999 / mcu

► APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: oscar isaac SPECIAL / RECOGNIZABLE FEATURES: often has dark circles under his eyes, and a barely visible scar on his right eyebrow HAIR COLOR: black EYE COLOR: brown ACCENT: chicagoan (marc), british (steven), slightly spanish (jake) CURRENT COSTUME: pictured here

► BACKGROUND

CURRENT HOME: new york city PAST OCCUPATION: mercenary, gift shop clerk CURRENT OCCUPATION: avatar of egyptian god khonshu SNAP STATUS: survived the snap

► RELATIONS

SIBLING(S): randall spector (deceased) PARTNER(S): layla el-faouly (wife) CHILDREN: none

► HEADCANONS/FUN FACTS

marc is a very clean and neat person, but unfortunately steven is the exact opposite. it’s definitely a point of contention between them.

now that marc and steven are coexisting at the same time, it’s been hard for marc to adjust to fronting an actual life again as opposed to just using his hours to carry out khonshu’s orders. 

steven is a vegan, marc is not. but he’s been trying to adjust his diet because he knows it’s important to steven.

jake is very capable of imitating both marc and steven’s accents

he used this skill to try and get steven a date since he seemed lonely, but marc unknowingly blew it

another point of contention is their cell phone. steven wanted to get rid of their old one after finding out about his mum, and marc refuses to get a new touchscreen phone

the apartment that steven was staying at has been there for awhile, hence why it’s so lived in

their body needs glasses, but marc’s too stubborn so he just suffers with not being able to see because he thinks steven’s glasses are lame

► WANTED CONNECTIONS

jean-paul duchamp // ex-mercenary partner

[buckypascal]

Headcanon of khonshu being the reason randall died makes really good sad angst but also omg. isn't that a bit too dark lol

It is pretty dark, tbh. I still don't see any logic in it tho 😅

[daughter-of-melpomene]

Annie x Moon Boys + if they had a kid!! -🍂

Ah, my beloveds… I honestly don’t think they would have kids, but it’s nice to think about, so thanks so much for this, Alvita!! <3

Name: Jackson Steven Jacob Spector.

Gender: Cisgender male.

General appearance: Curly black hair, playful dark eyes, broad frame, a crooked left pinky from when he broke it playing t-ball as a child.

Personality: Playful, mischievous, wickedly observant and intelligent, inherited Marc’s dry wit and Jake’s penchant for chaos.

Special talents: Doesn’t have a hint of Annie’s baking skill, but learned how to fight from his dads and is very good at it - also has a photographic memory and Steven’s interest in Egyptology, and is an absolute maverick when it comes to practical jokes.

Who they like better: He loves all his parents, of course, but secretly he kind of prefers his Papa Jake; they just understand each other the best.

Who they take after more: Again, Jake, although he has bits of all his parents in him, including Steven’s intelligence, Marc’s sharp wit, and Annie’s unconditional compassion.

Personal headcanon: He’s adopted - Jake found him abandoned as a baby while on a mission for Khonshu, and while it kind of caused a bit of an argument between the four of them when he brought Jackson back without talking to anyone else about it, they decided to keep and raise him, and they’ve been the best parents he could ask for.

Faceclaim: Johnathan Nieves.

send me an oc ship and i’ll tell you what their kid would be like!!

[mykinkyyandere]

What would happen if Yandere! Khonshu fell in love with a reader who already has a boyfriend or husband???

Husband

AO3

Pairings: Yandere! Khonshu X f!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, kidnapping, beating, haunting, lying, manipulating, fake cheat, obsessive, possessive, anger, forcing into a relationship, implied future smut and kinda poly?

Boyfriend? Husband? He doesn't care. If he falls in love with you, you can't get rid of him. He knows he's the one who deserves you.

They scare them in brutal ways. His Moon Knight beats them up, and he haunts them until they go. He doesn't want to kill them. He knows they'll be flying to another country with a few minor injuries, so he's calm. But his calmness may suddenly change and he may experience extreme outbursts of anger.

He hates everything private between you and them and is so angry. How can they touch you? They're just a pathetic and vile creature. Sometimes he gets quite angry and sometimes laughs a lot at those who consider themselves worthy of you.

It won't take long to push them back. When he realizes he's jealous of you to the bone, his jealousy takes over and he deals with them with his special Moon Knight.

You wait at home all alone. You're so afraid that something may have happened to them and when it's too late, you pick up your phone to call the police, but the doorbell rings. You think it's them and you open the door excitedly, but a man with a hat in front of you greets you in Spanish. When you're about to close the door, he puts his foot in and shows you something. A video of your love. He undresses another woman and kisses her.

The man leaves you a flash drive of how he touched another woman with farewell note. You can't believe it, You don't know what to do and cry. It's very sad to see you like this, but it's exactly what Khonshu wants. It becomes much easier for him to manipulate your sensitive, little mind. It makes you connect to him more when he shows up to you and gets closer to you. He says that he's different from humans and when he loves someone, he's forever loyal to them. But you notice his obsessive behavior and you don't want him.

He insists that he wants you and will never leave you. No matter what you do, you can't get rid of him. When you cried out why he was doing this, his answer was simple. "Because I'm in love with you."

If you feel uncomfortable with his appearance, he says he understands. But you'll get used to it in time. He doesn't need a human body for you to love him, he can give anything beyond even your dreams. But this doesn't mean that he'll never possess a human body. You'll learn to love him as he is, but he'll need a human body to meet your needs and his own need for you.

One day, on your way home, you think you're finally safe a little. He wasn't around these days. But fear fills your body as you get tucked into the limo you pass by and stare in amazement. You see Khonshu cross-legged and dressed in a white suit.

"Are you excited for our wedding, my love? Don't worry, they'll prepare you in the best possible way." He raises his hand and taps the glass. "Meet my friend, Jake Lockley. He'll help us a lot on our honeymoon. On other days too, of course." The screen opens and you see Jake's dirty expression.